TO THE LIGHTHOUSE
must shut her eyes and go to sleep and dream of
mountains and valleys and stars falling and parrots
and antelopes and gardens, and everything lovely,
she said, raising her head very slowly and speaking
more and more mechanically, until she sat upright
and saw that Cam was asleep.
Now, she whispered, crossing over to his bed,
James must go to sleep too, for see, she said, the
boar's skull was still there; they had not touched
it; they had done just what he wanted; it was
there quite unhurt. He made sure that the skull
was still there under the shawl. But he wanted
to ask her something more. Would they go to
the Lighthouse to-morrow?
No, not to-morrow, she said, but soon, she
promised him; the next fine day. He was very
good. Helay down. She covered him up. But
he would never forget, she knew, and she felt
angry with Charles Tansley, with her husband,
and with herself, for she had raised his hopes.
Then feeling for her shawl and remembering that
she had wrapped it round the boar's skull, she got
up, and pulled the window down another inch or
two, and heard the wind, and got a breath of tC
perfectly indifferent chill night air and murmured
good-night to Mildred and left the room and le.
the tongue of the door slowly lengthen in the lock
and went out,